SUNJATA
i found hope in a hopeless home
found my father but i lost my soul
found my father but i lost my soul
Her rage and determination in his ability to give his father back double for everything he did has him wobbling inside. Because he hadn’t, not quite. His father was dead — hopefully — but even death didn’t equate to justice for everything Sunjata had gone through in his life. “No, no. I dropped him off the cliffs to his watery grave.” He shrugs. He knows he follows Safrin, knows that it means he follows the herald to life, and yet? Killing his father was a balm to his wounded soul.
Haai is more than eager to be embraced, wrapping herself around the young woman just as Sunjata straightens out, assuring Seren that Kamaria knew of her existence. “They’re similar in age, I think. I imagine they’d get along nicely.” That and Kamaria needed friends, ones that were around her age, ones she could grow up with and wreak havoc with just as he had wanted to do when he was young — like how he and Saar had pushed the boundaries of their youth as much as they could regardless of the consequences.
“I’d love some help. Just cleaning up the debris in the water from the monsoons.” He pushes away from the wagon back toward the ocean’s edge, spying a net that’s come loose from the middle of Haulani along a rock, tattered and torn and floating there, trapped between the boulders. “Anything you find that looks like it shouldn’t be there should go in the wagon and we can try to salvage what we can.” He murmurs to her, flashing an easy smile.
Haai is more than eager to be embraced, wrapping herself around the young woman just as Sunjata straightens out, assuring Seren that Kamaria knew of her existence. “They’re similar in age, I think. I imagine they’d get along nicely.” That and Kamaria needed friends, ones that were around her age, ones she could grow up with and wreak havoc with just as he had wanted to do when he was young — like how he and Saar had pushed the boundaries of their youth as much as they could regardless of the consequences.
“I’d love some help. Just cleaning up the debris in the water from the monsoons.” He pushes away from the wagon back toward the ocean’s edge, spying a net that’s come loose from the middle of Haulani along a rock, tattered and torn and floating there, trapped between the boulders. “Anything you find that looks like it shouldn’t be there should go in the wagon and we can try to salvage what we can.” He murmurs to her, flashing an easy smile.
i tried to trace it, i aimed to scope
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
been tryna kill it, but it's all i know
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
